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Wicked, sleeping in a warm bed

We’re so fortunate here, away from the turmoil. We wouldn’t have to give a moment’s thought to all this suffering if it weren’t for the fact that we’re so worried about those we hold dear, whom we can no longer help. I feel wicked sleeping in a warm bed, while somewhere out there my dearest friends are dropping from exhaustion or being knocked to the ground

— The Diary of Anne Frank

That’s sort of how I felt these last few days about the recent killings of women (little girls between them) in Guatemala. Everyone is overwhelmed; we are paralyzed. The worst thing: we seem used to it… then I think, no, maybe this reaction keeps us alive and with hope, maybe there’s something I can do…

I tend to agree that with so much daily violence (and much of it against women) taking place in Guatemala, people might have become desensitized to it. Obviously, there is always hope for change, but how much more can people take until they can’t take anymore? For lack of a better term — at this point, what straw will break the camel’s back? It’s tough to imagine things getting much worse, but based on Guatemala’s violent history, it actually can. But I do hope for a much better tomorrow; Guatemala and its people deserve it.